Danny's Pet Snail

INTERROGATION

    "I'd only known him for three weeks, but those three weeks were enough for me to decide I was going to escape with him." The room was cold, and the metal chair seemed to cut into my thighs.
    The cameras that documented the conversation made me tight, what if they were watching. The woman's face looked tired, like she had seen too much, but her eyes were kinder than the eyes of most of the people in this place, she noted something on her clipboard then stared at me once more, "How did you meet him? We need to get the whole story, so start from the beginning please."
    I tried to remember but it seemed like years ago, I started talking despite my lapse in memory, "He transferred to my class halfway through the year, he was from the 'special class,' but he wasn't a trouble maker, I don't know why he was in that class to begin with, but I guess they thought 7th grade would be a good time to switch to the normal class, anyway he was one of the only people in the class who didn't call me a fag, huh, I guess he knew that I actually was one before I did..."
    Danny would have hated the bright lights in here, he's probably in another room talking to another stern doctor-looking person, hiding behind his blonde hair, if I was with him, he would probably say, "If I was a snail, I'd see in black and white"
    The woman cleared her throat, "Sorry!" I said before continuing, "He was really nice to me, but he was shy... the rest of the class hated him, I don't know why, all he did was talk about snails, it was calming. After a while we started talking to each other about deeper things, he would kiss my bruises after I got beaten and-"
    I looked up, "Do I need to tell you about that?" I said, "No, we will talk about that another time, continue please." "Okay... I guess it was just a week or two ago when we started planning..."